Doctor: "Missing! The captain is missing! It seems I've found myself on the voyage of the damned."

Doctor (about Kes): "She is the healthiest member of her species I have ever seen. She is the only member of her species I have ever seen. You have a lovely brain. It will make a fine addition to our files."

Q: [After noticing there were no men on the bridge] Say, is this a ship of the Valkyries? Or have you human women finally done away with your men altogether?

Q: [to Chakotay] Facial art. Ooh, how very wilderness of you.

Tuvok: [to Quinn, after the latter has entered Tuvok's quarters unannounced] I am curious: have the Q always had an absence of manners, or is it the result of some natural evolutionary process that comes with omnipotence?

Kathryn Janeway: In a way, this child belongs to all of us. It is the first baby born on Voyager. I'm just not sure whether I should be welcoming it on board or apologizing... Voyager isn't exactly anyone's idea of a nursery and the Delta Quadrant isn't much of a playground.

Kathryn Janeway: Mr. Kim, we're Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job.

The Doctor: "Sticks and stones won't break my bones, so you can imagine how I feel about being called names."

The Doctor: "What am I supposed to do? Lead a revolt with a gang from Sandrine's? Conjure up holograms of Nathan Hale and Che Guevara? I'm a doctor, not a counterinsurgent...maybe I could access a tactical database, teach myself guerrilla warfare."

The Doctor: (to Suder) "One hologram and one sociopath may not be much of a match for the Kazon, but it will have to do"

Seska: "You're more talented in the art of deception than you led me to believe."

Tuvok: Structure, logic, function, control. A structure cannot stand without a foundation. Logic is the foundation of function. Function is the essence of control. I-am-in-control. I am in control.

Captain Sulu: "You'll find that more happens on the bridge of a starship than just carrying out orders and observing regulations. There's a sense of loyalty to the men and women you serve with... a sense of family. Those two men on trial... I served with them a long time. I owe them my life a dozen times over. And right now, they're in trouble and i'm going to help them. Let the regulations be damned."

Captain Braxton: In my century we scan time much as you use sensors to scan space. The Temporal Integrity Commission detected your vessel over 20th century Earth. I was sent to correct that anomaly. Prepare to follow me back into the rift. I'm returning you to your own time to your previous coordinates in the Delta Quadrant.

Q: Nonsense! I could have chosen a Klingon Targ, a Romulan empress, a Cerelian microbe..

Kathryn Janeway: Really?! I beat out a single cell organism?! How flattering.

Q: Admit it, it has been a while..

Kathryn Janeway: And it's going to be a while longer!

Q: "Kathy, you can't leave. My cosmic clock is ticking. Besides, you have no idea what you're missing. Foreplay with a Q can last for decades."

Janeway: "Sorry, but I'm busy for the next 60 or 70 years."

Q: "Oh, I see, this is one of those silly human rituals. You're playing hard to get."

Janeway: "As far as you're concerned, Q, I'm impossible to get."

Chakotay: There's got to be some way to get back to the Continuum besides snapping your fingers.

Female Q: Hm. Well, there is one possibility, but somehow I don't think this rickety barge or your half-witted crewmembers are up to the challenge.

Tuvok: May I remind you, madam, that this "rickety barge" and its "half-witted" crew is your only hope at the moment.

Q: Is it the tatoo? Cause mine's bigger!

Q: The Q didn't come into existence, the Q have always existed!

Female Q: Take warp drive off line, then remodulate the shields to emit a beta-tachyon pulse and prepare to emit a series of focused anti-proton beams to the shield bubble.

Chakotay: ... does this make any sense at all to you, B'Elanna?

Female Q: What are you doing with that dog? [Janeway and Q look at Irish Setter puppy in Janeway's arms] I wasn't talking about the puppy.

Neelix: Do you want to know what Captain Janeway likes about me? I'll tell you. I am respectful, loyal and most of all, sincere - and those are qualities which someone like you could never hope to possess.

Chakotay: There's a story I heard as a child, a parable... I never forgot it... A scorpion was walking along the bank of a river, wondering how to get to the other side... when suddenly he saw a fox. He asked the fox to take him on his back across the river. The fox said no... I'll get halfway there, and you'll sting me, and I'll drown. But the scorpion assured him... if I did that, we'd both drown. The fox thought about it and finally agreed. So the scorpion climbed up on his back, and the fox began to swim... But halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the fox. As the poison filled his veins, the fox turned to the scorpion and said why did you do that? Now you'll drown, too. I couldn't help it, said the scorpion. It's my nature.

The Doctor: Computer, can I access this ship's EMH program... or do I need some kind of clearance for THAT, too?

EMH Mark II: Hand me the thrombic modulator.

The Doctor: [looks down at a variety of instruments] Umm..... mmm... [picks up a spherical one, activates it] Uhh?

EMH Mark II: [rolls eyes] It's the cone-shaped one. Hand it to me please... Medical science has made a few advances while you've been in the... Delta Quadrant, did you say?

The Doctor: That's right.

EMH Mark II: We don't use scalpels or leeches, anymore.

Tom Paris: Hmm, no wonder, acute functional dyspepsia.

Neelix: What's that?

Tom Paris: Heartburn.

The Doctor: I've even had sexual relations.

EMH Mark II: Sex?! But how is that possible?! We're not equipped-

The Doctor: Let's just say I made an addition to my program.

EMH Mark II: Before you leave... perhaps you could download those sub-routines into my database?

The Doctor: [After seeing the EMH Mark II try to crawl into the Prometheus's Jeffries Tube backwards] Traditionally, one crawls in head first.

EMH Mark II: I hope your myriad of adventures included piloting lessons, because there's nothing in my program that would help us fly this thing.

The Doctor: I've had my share of piloting experience. Actually, only two lessons... and they were in a shuttle craft... on the holodeck--but I showed great intuition! [Looks around the bridge, confused] Where's the helm?

The Doctor: Stop breathing down my neck.

EMH Mark II: My breathing is merely a simulation.

The Doctor: So is my neck; stop it anyway!

EMH Mark II: Doctor, some...thing just went offline!

The Doctor: Specifically?

EMH Mark II: The secondary gyrodyne relays of the propulsion field intermatrix have depolarized!

The Doctor: In ENGLISH!

EHM Mark II: I am just reading what it says here!

Computer: Specify attack pattern.

The Doctor: Attack pattern... Alpha?

Computer: Specify target.

[The Doctor and the EMH Mark II exchange glances]

The Doctor & the EMH Mark II: ROMULANS!

The Doctor: You hit the wrong ship!

EMH Mark II: It wasn't my fault.

The Doctor: Then whose fault was it, the torpedo's? You're supposed to tell it what to do!

EMH Mark II: Is this the thruster control?

The Doctor: Don't touch that! We don't know what it does! It could be the self-destruct!

Seven of Nine: I believe I have found a way to stabilize the omega molecule.

Kathryn Janeway: I don't care if you can make it sing and dance, we are going to destroy it.

Kathryn Janeway: (to Chakotay) I can tell you this: One of two things is going to happen... either Seven and I will succeed on our mission, and return within a few days... or your long-range sensors will detect a large explosion in subspace. If that occurs, you'll have less than ten seconds to jump to warp, and get the hell out of here. Head for the Alpha Quadrant and don't look back. Understood?

Kathryn Janeway: This is Captain Janeway of the Warship: Voyager. Break off your attack or I'll destroy you.

Tuvok: They are not responding. [Voyager is attacked]

Tom Paris: They're returning fire! Shields are holding!

Kathryn Janeway: Chakotay [pronounced as Chah-kah-tay], any luck tracking down their leader?

Chakotay: Not yet. We think Tedran has gone into hiding.

Kathryn Janeway: I thought he might; we're going to have to flush him out.

Vaskan ambassador: What do you suggest?

Kathryn Janeway: Biogenic weapons. We'll infect the most populated Kyrian territories. The Doctor's nearly done working on the weapon.

Vaskan ambassador: Our conflict is with Tedran himself, not with his people! They're innocent!

Kathryn Janeway: The best way to bring down a ruler is to make his people suffer.

Vaskan ambassador: Captai--

Kathryn Janeway: This is no time for half-measure; you wanted victory--you're going to get it. Bridge to sickbay: status?

The Doctor: [Portrayed as an android] We have established a link between my neural net and the phaser array. I am reconfiguring the beam to carry a bio-agent into the planet's atmosphere.

Kathryn Janeway: When will it be ready?

The Doctor: It is ready now, captain.

Tuvok: Phasers are online.

Kathryn Janeway: Target the first city... and fire.

[Scene shows Voyager shooting phasers at a planet, and the simulation freezes]

Quarren: The Warship: Voyager: one of the most powerful vessels of its time. Armed with photon torpedoes and particle weapons, this ship of destruction could wipe out an entire civilization within hours. On this particular day in history, we were lucky. The death toll could have been much worse. By the time Voyager targeted our major cities, Tedran had already begun an evacuation; thousands of lives were saved. Unfortunately, it was only the beginning of Captain Janeway's onslaught; as you'll see, her actions would have a lasting effect on our world. Even today, seven-hundred years later, we are still feeling the impact of the Voyager encounter.

Tuvok: The bio-agent is still dispersing through the atmosphere. The fatality rate will be 300,000 soon enough.

Kathryn Janeway: How soon?

Tuvok: Best guess? One hour.

Kathryn Janeway: Why do you always keep me waiting, Tuvok?

Tuvok: [Smirks] My apologies. Preparing to fire again.

Kathryn Janeway: Double the yield.

Vaskan ambassador: Captain! Don't you think that's excessive?!

Kathryn Janeway: You picked a bad time to have second-thoughts, ambassador.

Vaskan ambassador: I want them defeated, but... but this is genocide!

Kathryn Janeway: Defeat, genocide--why quibble with semantics?

Vaskan ambassador: This wasn't our agreement!

Kathryn Janeway: We're going to defeat the Kyrians, and you're going to keep your end of the bargain. [The ship is hit, Captain Janeway looks over to a Kazon guard] Ensign? Confine this gentlemen to the brig. [to the Vaskan ambassador] I'll let you know when it's over.

Tom Paris: Three more Kyrian vessels approaching.

'Kathryn Janeway: Evade them.

Tom Paris: Aye, aye, sir!

[Scene switches to Harry Kim hitting a bound Kyrian prisoner]

Chakotay: [to the prisoner] The location?

Harry Kim: Look, I can keep this up all day; tell the commander what he wants to know. [the prisoner is silent. Harry Kim hits hit again] Maybe I can't keep this up all day.

Chakotay: I'm a man of peace. My native people are enlightened--non-violent! Much like your own. I'm saddened that this has happened to you. If we can work together, maybe we can end this conflict!

The Doctor: That hyperspanner would cause unacceptable level of damage. I remind you, he must still be able to speak.

Harry Kim: What do you have in mind?

The Doctor: This neural-solvent: a clean and efficient inducer of pain; far more effective then your crude attempts at persuasion. [injects the prisoner with a hypospray] No doubt you are experiencing a tingling sensation behind your eyes, the chemical is dissolving your optic nerves.

Chakotay: I'll ask you again: where is Tedran? [The prisoner moans]

The Doctor: The pain will increase exponentially until your cerebral cortex begins to liquefy. I can reverse the process; if ordered to do so.

Chakotay: And I want to give that order, but you have to tell me: where is Tedran?

[Scene changes to Chakotay pointing to a map]

Chakotay: He's here--at these coordinate!

Kathryn Janeway: That's assuming your prisoner told you the truth.

Chakotay: Oh, believe me, he was very cooperative at the end. [Computer beeps]

Tedran: I understand what the Vaskans want--more of our territory; more resources, but what do you want, captain? Why are you doing this to us?

Kathryn Janeway: He's offered my crew a way home.

Tedran: To reach your home, you would destroy ours?

Kathryn Janeway: That's right! And you'd do the same in my position.

Tedran: No, I would not.

Kathryn Janeway: Spoken like a true martyr. You're very enlightened, but are you so proud that you'd let your people die before you'd humble yourself? [Tuvok and Harry Kim push down Tedran and his female aide to their knees] Tell them to surrender.

Tedran: [to the Vaskan ambassador] You have shamed us all; we could have ended this on our own--peacefully. Without her.

Kathryn Janeway: [to the Vaskan ambassador] Oh don't look so shocked about it; this is what you wanted, isn't it?

Quarren: [To The Doctor] All of our evidence shows that you are a war criminal!

The Doctor: Evidence?! What evidence!? Like this for example?! [points to a schematic of the Warship: Voyager] Triple-armored hull? Thirty torpedo tubes, twenty-five phaser banks?! This isn't what our ship look like!

Quarren: We reconstructed it from a partial schematic, found in the Cyrik Ocean... which was badly damaged by corrosion--we were bound to get a few details wrong!

The Doctor: Voyager wasn't a warship! We were explorers!

Quarren: Yes, I know--trying to get home; to Mars.

The Doctor: Earth! You see, you couldn't even get that right!

The Doctor: [To Quarren] I want to see your version of what happened.

[Scene changes to the briefing room of the Warship: Voyager]

Tom Paris: We've already drained two phaser banks, and it hasn't did anything!

Tuvok: Perhaps if you looked at your console once in a while instead of chasing the female ensigns, you'd see otherwise.

Harry Kim: Tom's right; this war was supposed to be over in five minutes!

Chakotay: [To Tom Paris] You have a better idea, lieutenant?

Tom Paris: As a matter of fact, I do: fighter shuttles. A direct assault.

Kathryn Janeway: Gentlemen... [the fight continues] Gentlemen! [Captain Janeway pulls her phaser out and shoots a console, which breaks the fight] Save it for the holodeck! We've got a war to fight. We've only been attacking the Kyrian military instillation--a mistake. We should target the general population.

The [Cyborg] Doctor: Excellent idea, captain. I've examined the Kyrian genome and they'd be vulnerable to any number of biological weapons.

Kathryn Janeway: How soon could you have one ready?

The [Cyborg] Doctor: Within the hour.

Kathryn Janeway: Dismissed.

The Doctor: [To Quarren] You’ve portrayed us as monsters: the captain is a cold-blooded killer, the crew is a gang of thugs and I am a mass-murderer!

The Doctor: I'll go first, Captain, and draw any fire if need be.

Daleth: Your crew is heroic, Captain--

The Doctor: I just happen to be invulnerable to phaser fire, but I appreciate the compliment.

Daleth: [To Tedran] We wouldn't need help if we wanted to destroy you!

Female Tour Guide: It was a pivotal moment in our history. As the result of The Doctor's testimony, a dialogue was open between our peoples; eventually, we found a new respect for our divergent cultures and traditions. The efforts of people like Quarren and The Doctor paved the way for unity. Quarren died six years later, but he lived long enough to witness the dawn of harmony. And The Doctor? Well, he served as our surgical chancellor for many years, until he decided to leave. He took a small craft and set a course for the alpha quadrant, attempting to trace the path of Voyager. He said he had a longing for home.

Tom Paris: Look at this, it looks like the quantum drive is being routed through the main deflector.

Chakotay: Is that what's creating the slipstream?

Tom Paris: It looks that way.

Tuvok: Fascinating. Can you make it stop?

Seven of Nine: Lieutenant, you seem eager to return to Earth.

B'Elanna Torres: "Eager"? I wouldn't go that far.

Seven of Nine: Intuition?

Kathryn Janeway: It's intuition if I'm right.

Arturis: [To Janeway] You negotiated an agreement with the Borg Collective! Safe passage through their space! And in return, you helped them defeat one of their enemies.

Seven of Nine: Species 8472.

Arturis: In your colorful language, yes, species 8472!

Kathryn Janeway In case I never get a chance to say this: I realise that I've been hard on you at times, but it was never out of anger, or regret that I brought you on board. I'm your Captain. That means I can't always be a friend. Understand?

Seven of Nine No. However, if we are assimilated, our thoughts will become one, and I'm sure I will understand perfectly. [to a shocked Janeway] A joke, Captain. You yourself have encouraged me to use my sense of humor.

The Doctor: Decisions, decisions. How do you make a decision, Mister Neelix? In general, I mean.

Neelix: I guess I weigh the alternatives and try to decide which is best.

The Doctor: Which is best. How do you determine that?

Neelix: I never thought about it, really.

The Doctor: Well, maybe you should. Think about it, I mean.

Neelix: I guess every situation is a little different.

The Doctor: For me, it's rather simple. While I'm faced with a decision my program calculates the variables, and I take action. For example, what could be simpler than a triage situation in Sickbay? (hold two pieces of fruit) Two patients, for example, both injured, for example, both in imminent danger of dying. Calculate the variables. My program needs to ascertain which patient has the greater chance of survival, and that's the one I treat. (tosses a fruit across the mess hall) Simple. But, what if (holds two identical fruits) they have an equal chance of survival? What then? Hmm? (slams hand on table) Flip a coin? Pick a card?!

Neelix: Doctor.

The Doctor: Oh, I'm all right. I'm a hologram. I don't get injured, I don't feel pain, I don't die. Unlike some people I could tell you about. For example, two patients. Both injured, both in imminent danger of. (jerks away from Neelix) Don't touch me! I'm a hologram. Photonic energy. Don't waste your time.

Neelix: (taps combadge) Neelix to Security. Send a team to the Mess hall, please.

The Doctor: A whole team, Mister Neelix? Throwing a little party, are we? Why, I attended a party just recently. A birthday party for a very nice young woman. I made a decision there, too. Several of them, in fact. When I came through the door, do I turn right or do I turn left? As I recall, I decided on the latter. Then, what should I see before me but the hors d'oeuvre tray, and another decision. Do I take a canapé or refuse? Oh, that's an easy one. I'm a hologram. I don't eat.

Neelix: (to Tuvok) Something's wrong with him.

The Doctor: Don't you know it's rude to refer to somebody in the third person? You had a choice, Mister Neelix. Should I do something rude, or not do something rude?

Tuvok: Doctor, we must return to Sickbay.

The Doctor: Why should I? What if I don't want to return to Sickbay? What if I decide not to return to Sickbay? No, I don't choose this. (jerks away from security) Leave me alone! Let me go! Why did she have to die? Why did I kill her?! Why did I decide to kill her?! Why?! Somebody tell me why!!

(Tuvok deactivates The Doctor)

The Doctor: The more I think about it, the more I realise there's nothing I could have done differently...the primordial atom burst, sending out its radiation, setting everything in motion. One particle collides with another, gases expand, planets contract and before you know it we've got starships and holodecks and chicken soup. In fact, you can't help but have starships, holodecks and chicken soup - because it was all determined 20 billion years ago!

Zohn-Ha-Lok: Love is the most dangerous emotion of all. It produces many other emotions: jealousy, shame, rage, grief. You must learn to suppress them all, otherwise they will consume you. [later, after months of training] You are now prepared to return to the world: grief, anger, fear and especially love will never threaten you again. [A Vulcan master to a juvenile Tuvok]

Barclay: Acknowledged and we're sending you data on some new hypersubspace technology. We're hoping eventually to use it to keep in regular contact and we're including some recommended modifications for your comm system.

Janeway: We'll implement them as soon as possible.

Barclay: There's someone else here who would also like to say something.

Paris: This is Admiral Paris.

Janeway: Hello sir.

Paris: How are your people holding up?

Janeway: Very well, they're an exemplary crew, your son included.

Paris: Tell him, tell him I miss him and I'm proud of him.

Janeway: He heard you, admiral.

Barclay: The wormhole is collapsing..

Paris: I want you all to know we're doing everything we can to bring you home.

Janeway: We appreciate it sir. Keep a docking bay open for us. We hope to see you - [signal is cut]

The Doctor: [Talking to Reginald Barclay about Deanna Troi] She's a counselor, lieutenant, not an engineer!

The Doctor: Is that a fractal algorithm?

Dr. Zimmerman: Very good. I'm using it to realign your matrix.

The Doctor: Fractal algorithms are notoriously unstable.

Dr. Zimmerman: In the hands of a novice. [Computer makes a noise] Whoops...

Dr. Lewis Zimmerman: Emergency Medical Hotheads; Extremely Marginal Housecalls; that's what everyone used to call the Mark I's until they were bounced out of the medical corps. I tried to have them decommissioned, but Starfleet, in its infinite wisdom, overruled me and reassigned them all to work waste transfer barges. That's where you'd be, too, if you hadn't been lost in the Delta Quadrant. Do you know how humiliating it is to have 675 Mark I's out there scrubbing plasma conduits, all with my face?

Seven of Nine: To the newest member of our crew. May all her desires be fulfilled. Except for one - so she'll always have something to strive for... (seeing Tom struggle with Tuvok's gift of a Vulcan puzzle) And may she inherit a sense of logic from her mother.

(Tom Paris runs The Doctor's program "Photons Be Free" and skips to the first chapter, the chapter opens in into sickbay where it has taken heavy damage)

Ensign: Are you the EMH?

Tom Paris: [playing as an EMH] Please state the nature of the medical emergency.

Ensign: Our doctor's dead--we got wounded! [Walks him over to two patients lying on the biobeds] They're both badly hurt. Who should we treat first?

Tom Paris: Uhh... [begins scanning a patient with a tricorder] second-degree plasma burns. [walks over to another patient and begins scanning] He's got an aortic rupture. Get him to the surgical bay now! [the Ensign picks up the patient and walks him over to the surgical bay, a character who looks like Chakotay walks in carrying a wounded officer]

Chakotay: [To Tom Paris] You! Over here! [Tom Paris walks over to the injured character and gazes at him because the officer is based off of his own physical parameters]

Tom Paris: Lieutenant Marseille is not seriously hurt. This man will be dead in five minutes if I don't operate. [Janeway looks over to Chakotay]

Janeway: Drop the force field. [Chakotay complies. Janeway walks over to the critically injured patient, pulls out a phaser, and kills him] That patient is dead. Now you're free to treat Lieutenant Marseille. [Tom Paris is shocked]

Marseille: Doctor! You'd better get down to engineering! [B'Elanna Torres smiles at his mustache, but straightens her face]

B'Elanna Torres: What's wrong?

Marseille: A plasma conduit just exploded. At least 10 people are hurt. [B'Elanna Torres tried to leave sickbay, but she cannot leave because she is a hologram] Hey, genius! Forgetting something? [B'Elanna looks dumbfounded] Your mobile emitter?!

Marseille: You should be glad we let you out of your cage at all--now get going! [Scene changes to B'Elanna entering engineering, a character that looks like B'Elanna--named Torry--is observing the work of a crewman]

Torry: [to the working crewman] I'm impressed.

Crewman: Really?

Torry: Absolutely! I haven't seen a dilithium matrix this far out of alignment since I served aboard a Ferengi garbage scowl. [Pushes crewman out of the way] I'll fix it, myself.

B'Elanna Torres: [To Torry] Hey, excuse me!

Torry: How many times have I told you?! Engineering is off-limits to holograms!

B'Elanna Torres: Lieutenant Paris--uhh--Marseille told me there was an accident.

Torry: Cognitive subroutines are malfunctioning again. I'm surprised a matrix as primitive as yours can function at all.

B'Elanna Torres: Maybe you should be nicer to your shipmates, you never know when you might need their help.

Torry: [Pushes B'Elanna] Get one thing straight: you're not my shipmate. You're a tool--like this hyperspanner! And tools can be replaced! [Continues pushing B'Elanna ] So why don't you go back to sickbay before I start doing a little reprogramming?! [B'Elanna re-enters sickbay to find that the lights are off]

B'Elanna Torres: Computer, lights. [Discovers Marseille making out with the female crewman from the beginning on the surgical bed. The two get up and looked surprised at an unamused B'Elanna]

Marseille: Didn't I tell you to go to engineering?

B'Elanna Torres: Oh, I get it. Interesting plot twist. You get me out of sickbay so you're free to give my patient a tonsillectomy.

Marseille: [Walking towards B'Elanna] If you even think about mentioning this to my wife, I will purge your memory buffer. We understand each other? [Another female crewman walks into sickbay]

Doctor in Story: Well then don't do it. [laughs and pats Two of Three on the shoulder]

Two of Three: Ow!

Doctor in Story: Oh, don't be a baby. [picks up a medical tricorder and moves it up and down extremely fast]

Doctor in Story: Ah, your bi-radial clamp is out of alignment. I got just the thing. [picks up a hypospray and looks at the Doctor] It's a Klingon aphrodisiac. My own special blend. [Injects Two of Three with it and begins massaging her]

Doctor in Story: You'll be feeling better in no time at all. [Two of Three giggles as the Doctor watches appalled]

The Doctor: My publisher assures me that he won't distribute the program until he receives the revised version.

B'Elanna Torres: That must be the one where we assimilate the Borg and take over the quadrant.

The Doctor: Don't celebrate yet. Klingon labor can sometimes last several days. [B'Elanna Torres grabs him by the shirt and screams] Of course, I'm sure that won't be the case here.

Borg Queen: You're asking me to believe that the incorruptable Kathryn Janeway would betray her own crew?

Future Admiral Kathryn Janeway: Not betray them. Save them from themselves. I brought technology to help Voyager get home. But the Captain is arrogant, self righteous and her officers are so blinded by loyalty that they're prepared to sacrifice their lives just to deal a crippling blow to the Borg.

Future Admiral Kathryn Janeway: I didn't spend the last 10 years looking for a way to get this crew home early so you could throw it all away on some intergalactic good-will mission.

Captain Kathryn Janeway: Maybe we should go back to sickbay?

Future Admiral Janeway: Why? So you can have me sedated?

Captain Kathryn Janeway: So I can have the Doctor reconfirm your identity. I refuse to believe I'll ever become as cynical as you.

Future Admiral Kathryn Janeway: Must be something you assimilated!

Future Kathryn Janeway: Like they say in the Temporal Mechanics Department, There is no time like the present.